I live on the corner where lovers meet   Young cubs linger and shuffle their feet   Up here in my window seat    Looking down from on high at the world passing by   Just wasting time   Playing songs to myself   You are somewhere else      I live right beside the old clock tower   It serves to remind me that every passing hour   That I spend here alone, dear, all by myself   You are somewhere else      Down at the corner is where I’ll be   When the clock strikes the hour that you come to me   But for right now I am here   Playing songs to myself   You, dear, are somewhere else